The Bad Boy's Wise Girl

"You better not have molested me." W.G.

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Chapter 10

I woke up with a start and looked out the window. The sun was just coming up. I sighed and rolled over to my side. But I couldn't. There was some kind of weight on me that wasn't contributing to me.

I looked at the weight and realized it was an arm. My eyes widen as I freak out.

I didn't get drunk yesterday. Or did I sleep with someone. I looked around, still in my clothes. I looked at the person and realized it was Percy.

OH.

I grip my hair and try to take off his steel grip but it was no use. I groaned and hit the sheets.

"You better not have molested me." I mutter.

"Wasn't planning on it." He mumbles into the sheets. I sigh and lay back down, drifting off into a sleep.

***

This time, when I wake up, it's by Piper.

"Aww," she gushes, "They're so cute together."

Jason scoffs, "You know they hate each other."

I could imagine Piper shrugging, "They are probably going to be a cute couple."

They exit the room and I open my eyes.

Woah.

Percy's is literally a few inches away from my face, his arm still wrapped around my waist.

I examine the details on his face, his long but not too long eye lashes, his soft pink lips, his clear skin.

He's the bad boy, of course he's like that. All the girls are always after him, trying to get him in their pants. I giggle a bit at that.

I notice a trident tattoo on the arm wrapped around my waist. I raise an eyebrow at that.

How did I not know he had an eight pack? His toned abs--Oh dear, I'm eye-raping him at this point.

Just stop Annabeth.

Just, no.

No more eye-raping Percy.

In his sleep, I see him slightly smile and tighten his hold on me, pulling me closer into his chest. It's firm but comfortable at the same time.

Wait.

Why do I keep thinking like this?

It's not like I'm crushing on him.

It's crazy, he never would and doesn't like me like that. I just can't help it. I sigh and realize that my arms feel cramped between mine and Percy's stomachs. Oh no.

I'm not doing this.

As much as I want to, that's a crazy risk.

What if he wakes up?

What if I get rejected?

As my brain continues on and on, my arms don't listen and go their way around Percy's waist.

He didn't wake up.

Okay.

Good.

***

I wake up again and look at the clock.

HOLY SHIT BALLS.

It's 8:30!

Class starts at 8!

I shake Percy, "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Ugh, what time is it?" he mumbles, not realizing that his hand is still around my waist.

"IT'S FRICKING 8:31!" I exclaim.

"Can't we just skip or something?" he asked, still in his pillow.

"But we have a test in English." I say.

"Paul can just give it to us." he stated. I sigh. He has all these excuses.

"Fine, but you're buying breakfast. Or making." I say.

He sits up, unwrapping his arm leaving a pink tint on his cheeks. "C'mon, I'll make some pancakes."